Saturday to Midnight Catatonic: Beautiful Chaos
Sentimental kills the gut that boldly told to throw away all the memories, that bond, and whatsoever, thrashing it, stepped on it and walked away. There is no what if and there is no road back, simply standing still, looked up to the sky, left those droplets of pain, walking with it, proudly, with all the scars that still unbearable to keep within. Humanity, altruistic, sincerity all altered bit by bit into a grave disappointment and churning rage of vain. Keeping the sanity intact despite there is none left to take, none left to give and none left to hold on. "Throughout the darkest, I shine brightest." Tightening the will, grasping this determination. The world shall witness the risen above the fallen, be it the dreams, the beings and the sentient within that carcass. It is not empty at all apparently. It still filled and filling it with hope, no matter how the waves hitting with its disastrous and monstrosity over and over and over again, countless times, the sky is still within reach, its distance is near and nearer and crystal clear.













